A Walk In The Twilight Poem by Naveed Khalid

Oft have I seen her sit still by the window,
Brushing off her hair in heavy make-up,
And is born of golden spoon, her ear;
A red carpet beneath the table;
Beside the lamp in a star-lit night:
A elbow room under the Archangel's brow,
Above the arrow, stretched across the sky!
All the panorama of this world before her eyes
Wide open, to where the waking dreamland
Awaits her, love's woeful song in the background,
All wrapped in bridal dress by the stream,
Alas! flows to eternal bliss in melting snow,
The groom that walks the corridor on a firm mattress,
Affixed her foot's imprint upon the seashore.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Saturday, April 19,2014 4: 17: 23 PM